The serene nature of the night and the quiet rumbling of the leaves in the slow breeze, brings very disparate thoughts to the mind. The parting, the meeting, the sorrow, the happiness, the loss, the gains, the life as we see it – the life as we dream it. I couldn’t find a better way to explain the war of my thoughts, than what Edgar Allan Poe must have thought when he penned down this beautiful poem :

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you 

Thus much let me avow-

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day, 

In a vision, or in none, 

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem 

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore, 

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand-

How few! yet how they creep

Through the fingers to the deep,

While I weep- while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

-Edgar Allan Poe